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Run run dark beauty…


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This poem is dedicated to all those who have overcome adversity & climbed higher than humanly possible.
The photo is the sketch of a project I am busy with. Horses are my passion & I might have gotten stuck with this longer than I should for fear of not giving justice to this magnificent animal & the tremendous power exuding from it.
Keep warm! Hope you enjoy the poem. Feedback is always very welcome ­čÖé

Run run my race horse over the fences, hedges & highest walls, take leaps,
skip over rivers, mane blowing in the winds, undeterred… nothing stopping you.

Run run my stallion,spread the energy, black shining coat glistening under the effort
of raw power. Long gone are your days of uncertainty, battles over frail beginnings.

Run run dark beauty, never be afraid of winning, fly & never turn back, you were a
conqueror at your first faltering steps…

Run run my baby, I will celebrate your victories, as close to my heart,
as bright as the stars, as magical as your existence.

Sleep sleep my foal you’ve earned the miracle of tomorrow!

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The sequel of our rabbits


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This is Flappy!
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About two years ago our children begged us for a rabbit which I adamantly refused because life experience taught me it would inevitably all fall on me, the cleaning, feeding, joy & pain… Then recently, I caved in on the condition that it wouldn’t, I guess we never learn ­čśë
(we had two hamsters more than twenty years ago see…https://oawritingspoemspaintings.wordpress.com/2012/10/09/our-hamsters-burial/ an essay I wrote for a writing course)
So, we looked on the internet (big mistake there!) & went on a drive to buy a two month old Albino buck which was taken away from its mother, without us understanding the consequence (second mistake!) we loved him on sight & called him Flappy because of what we thought were his floppy ears, that’s how oblivious we were… total newbies!
Five days later after taking a big place in our home, Flappy broke our heart & died for what seemed, no apparent reason, until I worked hours on the internet to collect as much information as possible in order to understand the why’s that kept turning in our head & found out that private breeders have a high mortality rate & that two months old is still too young to separate from the mother if we were told the truth about its age!
After respectfully parting from him we went to look, this time in a shop, for one that would fill the huge gap Flappy had created in such a short tract & found a four month old doe (we made sure of that too) that was not with its mother, meaning old enough to be adopted by us without dying on us.
I fell for Kwaki (the name our kids insisted upon) for her big eyes & beautiful fur & came home with the hope that everyone would love her as much as I already did… which happened to some quicker than others but she quickly won over ­čśë
Kwaki is nearly four months with us now & soon eight months of age, we’ve learnt everything we could over rabbits, to the last detail, she’s a cheeky, healthy one with a load of character, keeps us on our toes, there is a pile of cleaning up after, that mostly falls on me, I’ve built her “castles” from free supermarket boxes(yes, she munches her way through them!) but we adore her ­čÖé
Nevertheless every time we see photos of our Flappy we still have this slight squeeze & miss that white bundle of fur…

Here are some photos of the two I hope you’ll enjoy!

Passing from one to another... ┬ęcopyright2014owpp

Passing from one to another…
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Close to our hearts
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Fitting in the cup of our hand ┬ęcopyright2014owpp

Fitting in the cup of our hand
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Then comes tiny Kwaki... ┬ęcopyright2014owpp

Then comes tiny Kwaki…
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Growing fast munching her way through ;) ┬ęcopyright2014owpp

Growing fast munching her way through ­čśë
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My architecture skills!
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Kwaki "helping" me out :) ┬ęcopyright2014owpp

Kwaki “helping” me out ­čÖé
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Training her to stand...for carrot peel ┬ęcopyright2014owpp

Training her to stand…for carrot peel
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Learning to pose, knowing she's irresistible! ┬ęcopyright2014owpp

Learning to pose, knowing she’s irresistible!
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Celebrating my 2nd year in WordPress!


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My very own flower composition
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Happy Anniversary!

You registered on WordPress.com 2 years ago!

Thanks for flying with us. Keep up the good blogging!

This is what I found in my post today.
I had forgotten the exact date but am very grateful for being given the opportunity to thank first my closest who helped me with my first very-hesitant-baby steps into WordPress, patiently putting up with my incessant questioning & secondly all my amazing followers which have amounted to the staggering number of 706!
Something I had never dreamed of ­čÖé

The leaves I couldn't resist! ┬ęcopyright2014owpp

The leaves I couldn’t resist!
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Your fidelity & constant positive feedback amazes & encourages me every day anew.
To celebrate this milestone & my gratitude, I offer you this photo which is a personal flower arrangement dating from the cold month of February with a rose from a bouquet I had received & leaves I had found on a stroll lying on the ground with such striking colors I couldn’t resist bringing them back home in the hope they would inspire me into creativity which is what happened!

Once again, thank you!

The right words Translated from its French original text as “Les mots justes” 6.4.2013


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you concoct & complot
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This poem was inspired by a person very dear to my heart

The right words
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Those which do not hurt
Those which do not offend
That leave perplexed
Turns around the index

You try
Unparalleled
And marvel
In the morn

In what narration
Do you plummet
Wonderful troubles
In total oblivion

You concoct
You complot
Cosset
And dither

Great is your laugh
When on the strings you pull
And slip on waxed floor
But what is your aim?

You look for the right words
That on your tongue stumbles
The chicanery of the boors
You smash against the lusters

So, you try again
In the morn
And marvel
At the sun.

Les mots justes
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Ceux qui ne blessent
Ceux qui ne vexent
Qui laisse perplexe
Tournent autour de lÔÇÖindex

Tu essayes
Sans pareil
TÔÇÖ├ęmerveilles
Au r├ęveil

Dans quelle histoire
Tu te laisses choir
Merveilleux d├ęboires
Sans tÔÇÖen apercevoir

Tu concoctes
Tu complotes
Dorlotes
Et grelottes

Grand est ton rire
Quand sur la ficelle tu tires
Et glisses sur un parquet de cire
Mais quel est ton point de mire?

Tu cherches les mots justes
Qui sur ta langue tr├ębuchent
LÔÇÖembobinage des rustres
Tu te fracasses contre les lustres

Alors, tu r├ęessayes
Au r├ęveil
Et tÔÇÖ├ęmerveilles
Du soleil.